Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Heart Softeners

// June 26th, 2008 // 4 Comments » // Blog

Two heart softeners from my feed reader this week…
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From a Slave to Her Master

// October 11th, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

Ramadan, this could be our final night.
Angels may descendeth as i write.
For sure, parting is such sweet sorrow.
Allāh alone knows what brings the morrow.
But let this heart, worn and rusted
be cleansed by Him, alone is trusted,
with prayers, and fasts and charity,
and tears; istighfaar with sincerity.
Why do i turn to the creation,
when Al-Khaliq is He who grants elation?
Mistakes i made return to haunt,
sins and errors, they do taunt
a heart laid bare before its Master.
And though I walk to Him, He runs here faster.
I'm weak, i'm tired, i miss my home,
yet never – not once – has He left me alone.
Confusion, delusion, illusion, deceit,
this fickle dunya wants me at its feet.
I won't listen, no! I won't give in,
until i die Muslim, Mu'min, and Muhsin.
Ya Allāh, the goal is so far ahead,
and failure so close; this i dread.
And with all the eloquence and poetry,
i still wonder: what will become of me?
A soul that's chained, wanting to be free
through submission to the One, and only He.
Can i do it, will i make it?
Will i try, or will i fake it?
God, i am not sure i can take it
anymore, relieve me before i break it.
Please – sweet release;
let it all just cease.
In Your pleasure let me live,
let me die, and please forgive,
every moment not spent seeking You,
every moment vile and untrue.
Oh Allāh, i don't know what to do
anymore, my good deeds are so few.
Guidance, please, a shining light,
send it forth, let me delight
in it, and never stray from the straight path.
Only Your mercy, never Your wrath
upon me place, until we meet again.
And i will try my best to refrain
from all the ugliness that You hate,
while i patiently wait
for that moment of certainty,
when at last, my soul is set free.
I testify to Your oneness,
so please be my witness.
Save me from the duress
of the grave, Al-Qiyamah, An-Nar; and grant me no less
than Al-Firdos. To be close to You here,
and after death. To have true fear,
and true hope, and true love
of You, in You and for You, far above
that what i have for any other:
for myself, my father, my mother,
my husband, my children, for anyone;
how could they even compete with the One?
The only One worthy of praise.
Now to end, these words to You, i raise:
Ashadu anla ilaha illalah
Ashadu anha Muhammadur-rasulallah – sallalahu 'alayhi wa salam.

Words

// October 5th, 2007 // 3 Comments » // Blog

Words hurt.
Words heal.

Words burn.
Words soothe.

Words mislead.
Words inspire.

Words curse.
Words save.

It only takes one word
to earn anger or pleasure.

Yet how little thought i give,
to the words i give to you.

Only two words left to say:
Forgive me.

The Prophet said, “A slave (of Allāh) may utter a word which pleases Allāh without giving it much importance, and because of that Allāh will raise him to degrees (of reward): a slave (of Allāh) may utter a word (carelessly) which displeases Allāh without thinking of its gravity and because of that he will be thrown into the Hell-Fire.” [Al-Bukhari]

Gimme

// September 11th, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

iPod Nano
I

iPod Classic
want

iPod Touch
one

I have actually misplaced the Firewire lead to my existing iPod… so maybe i finally have a real excuse to buy a shiny, new, gorgeous, makesmedrool, iPod touch?

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…?

I Write To No-One

// August 31st, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

I write to no-one.
This is not for you,
you (or even you).

I write to no-one.
So, don't go thinking you're special
(even if it's true).

I write to no-one.
I write to please myself
(to purge my mind of useless thought).

I write to no-one.
I do it cos i can
(whether i can or not).

I write to no-one.
But every word is recorded
(a thought that terrifies me).

I write to no-one.
But every word has consequence
(of which i'm reminded of daily).

I write to no-one.
No-one's asking you to read
(but thanks for lending me your sight).

I write to no-one.
(Yet, if there was truly no-one,
would i even write?)

Waking Dreams

// August 27th, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

Immersed in surrealism,
waiting for reality to hit.
Heart and mind in schism,
'tween joy and fear they do flit.

Dreaming with open eyes;
my sight tinged with pinkish hue.
And always do I find surprise,
when waking dreams continue.

If fantasy were placed in my grasp,
for this I would show gratitude.
But happiness is not built to last;
with contentment comes true beatitude.

Fortunately, fate, it does not lie
within these trembling hands;
it rests, alone, with One, Most High,
and to Him, alone, go all demands.

May Allāh grant us what is best for our deen and akhira, and make us content with His plan. Āmīn.

To My Little Sister

// August 6th, 2007 // 2 Comments » // Blog

Inspired by this article.

To My Little Sister

How much you are missed
by those who have never met you?
How many tears have been shed
by eyes that have not seen your face?
How many hearts wring with pain
of those who only love you for the sake of Allāh?
How many fists slam in anger
of those left behind to question: why?

Abeer; your name means fragrance.

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Yes, But Is It Poetry?

// July 21st, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

I've been thinking about this little tag of mine: poetry.

It's a rather strange, little tag; whenever i go to select it, it gives me a funny look, as if to say:

“What? Me? Are you sure you want to click me? I think you're mistaken. I just read your entry; you should definitely reconsider.”

I respond with a scowling glare, as if to say:

“Look, this is my blog, and if i want to label this entry as “poetry”, it shall thus be labeled! Alright?”.

Usually, the verbals end there, but tonight, the little tag surprised me with a curious retort:

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A Seed

// July 21st, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

A single seed, sitting neatly in the centre of your palm.

You plant it in the ground,

then wait.

Closing your eyes,

you imagine the future.

This one little seed….

may grow into a mighty tree,

with deep roots,

and strong branches,

reaching high into the sky,

yielding beautiful flowers

and tangy-sweet fruits.

Or….

it may be food for the worms,

be pecked away by a curious bird,

drown in the rain,

be scorched by the sun,

strangled by the weeds,

or simply fail to wake up, for no reason at all.

You just don't know.

So you wait, and see,

what Allāh has planned

for this little seed.

But while you wait, you wonder:

“Should i sow another?”.

All images obtained from Flickr (right click image to view original source).

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